As of this writing, 7 years 5 months ago
Our Facebook arguments started getting old
But it’s alright, it’s ok, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway
Just tell it to the ghost of the rest of the band, I’ve got nothing to say

You, you had a mean streak; I, I yelled all the time.
Going there, coming back when it was time to start all over again
Day after day after day after day, til we let go somehow—
You know, we really should be home by now

It went round and round and round and round
And then we come down
Spinning out of control
Til the spinning gets old
I wish I had known we’d go
Round and round and round and round
and round and round and round
And then we fall out

I can’t believe I could write those lines right before you came back into my life—
But if I don’t leave them in, what kind of person am I?
I’m not sure we can work it out, but maybe we can figure out
Some sort of distant brotherhood, faded ink faded blood,
Just to keep each other from wasting away in the fallout

It’s some red sun I’ve never seen
Like some forgotten dream
Back when I had the resources to get along with you

All my fallouts, are they all my fault?
The lines that hold us together are falling apart
I must admit
I found it easier to live with a little hate in my heart

You & I, we never fell out
But that doesn’t cause me any less doubt
That I should have said something before it was too late
I never thought that I would need to remind myself
Not to fall out of love when people needed help
But you’d be surprised if I told you how far I fell